I'm In Love With My Bestfriend's Billionaire Fiance!
Chapter 38: The Unwilling Lover...

Chapter 38: The Unwilling Lover...

(CASEY’S POV)

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The next morning, I found it hard to keep myself in check. When I opened my eyes, I remembered that Jace was still in my living room and I felt an immediate stirring of arousal go through me. With a sigh of frustration, I kicked off my bed and began to freshen up. The last thing I wanted was to give the thought the time to fester. Jace had already gotten more than enough of me, there would be no more.

I immediately went into the bathroom in preparation for the day’s trip. I considered calling Liam and telling him I wouldn’t be showing up at the office, however, I knew that talking to him would, as usual, take way longer than usual. So, I decided to send him a text. I also confirmed that the new number of guests we were going with for the dinner was a thousand and he had to continue from where we left off last night.

I was sure he would have questions, but I didn’t care. They would be addressed when I returned to the office.

For this trip, I didn’t want anything that would stress me, and seeing as it wasn’t a business trip, I opted to go simple; I wore a hoodie with yoga pants that clung snugly to my frame. I touched up my hair and by the time I stepped out of my bedroom, the air was filled with the fragrance of my perfume.

By then, Jace had woken up, he was on the couch but busy with his phone, scrolling through some websites. He glanced at me and I felt his eyes roam the length of my body, then he sucked in a deep breath.

"Gosh... you have no idea how breathtaking you look." He muttered as he dropped the phone on the couch and got to his feet.

"Come on," I replied. "These are just yoga pants and a hoodie."

He scoffed as he approached me, "They really do a number on you, babe. The pants bring your sexy butt into focus."

He stopped before me and wrapped his arms around me before I could pull away, I felt him cup my butt possessively. Unable to help it, I allowed myself to stay in his embrace for a few seconds, and then I shook my head as I pushed him away.

"Come on, it’s too early for this." I told him, "I have to prepare breakfast, I’m hungry."

"Sure," he said raising his hands in surrender. "Whatever you say, boss."

I frowned at him as he walked past me, he took a few steps before he stopped and turned back to me, "uhm... where’s the bathroom?"

"It’s right after the bedroom." I told him, "Everything you need will be there."

"Everything I need?" He smirked, "You already know something I need but you keep fighting me off."

"Just shut up!" I rolled my eyes as I went into the kitchen. I wasn’t in the mood for any elaborate cooking, so I decided to simply prepare toast bread, poached eggs, and tea. It was easy to prepare and wouldn’t take time. The last thing I wanted was to wear myself out before even starting my journey. I just had the feeling that a lot would go into this trip, which was why I was ready to bring it all to an end even if it meant not going to work.

While the bread was in the toaster getting ready, I realized that I had left my phone in my bedroom after texting Liam. I went in there to pick it and on my way back, I saw that the door to the bathroom wasn’t closed all the way. I could hear the sound of the water splashing as Jace took his bath.

I stopped then, as if I was frozen in place, unable to move. I found myself walking closer to the door, keeping close to the wall to hide my approach. Then, I leaned in and peeked through the crack in the door.

Jace was stark naked, his ripped body was glistening under the water as he washed himself. I swallowed as I felt the stirring of arousal yet again. His abs were jiggling in tune with his movements, his pacs were firm. I knew just how great it felt to run my slender fingers through those ridges. Then, taking my eyes lower, I saw it; his cock!

It was only semi-erect, but it was no less breathtaking. It looked like it was ready for action. This caused me to roll my eyes, Jace was always ready for action, he had proven that time and again. I considered kicking the door open and going over to him so he would have me right there in the bathroom. I could still recall the feel of his firm body on top of mine as he pistoned me hard, and how it felt when he filled me up. I wanted it all!

Just then, as if he could feel me staring, he turned towards me. With a muffled curse, I leaped out of sight, hiding behind the wall as I placed a hand over my mouth to hide my heavy breathing. My chest was heaving with my deep breaths, I could feel the moisture between my legs. I was so aroused and I wanted him terribly, and the fucking bastard knew it. When I thought about it, I was certain he purposely left the door open, knowing I would be tempted to take a peek.

"Fucking asshole," I muttered as I returned to the kitchen. As I turned my back on the bathroom, I felt a sad feeling well up within me. It was as if I was sad to leave the idea of getting fucked by him behind. As I walked, I couldn’t help but feel sad about turning down his repeated advances. Maybe if I had allowed it to happen last night, I wouldn’t be so horny right now. It was even worse because I was also in love with the motherfucker.

"Hell no!" I said as I got to the kitchen. I couldn’t allow such thoughts to take root in my mind, this was exactly what he wanted, and I wasn’t going to cave. I knew that I wanted Jace, almost on a primal level. However, last night proved that I could fight my hunger for him. I’ll keep fighting.

Jace didn’t leave the bathroom until I was rounding up in the kitchen. I was preparing the tea when he strolled into the kitchen, naked except for my towel around his waist.

"What the fuck?!" I gasped, with shock at him and also at how the sight of him affected me. "Why aren’t you dressed?"

"Do you have men’s clothes?"

"What?" I gasped, doing my best to look away from him, I was certain that if I stared at him too long I would simply cave to my desires. "No, I don’t! Why would I have men’s clothes when I live alone?"

"That’s a good question, babe." He replied as he stopped beside me and easily picked up a slice of bread. He bit a chunk of it and nodded his head in appreciation, "This is so much better than cornflakes. I could kiss you right now, Casey!"

I stepped away from him, "what are you doing? I thought we had somewhere to go?"

"Yeah, we do. But I didn’t come with a change of clothes, did I? I slept in my clothes, there’s no way I’m wearing them today as well. Unless you want to follow me to Paragon Park to get fresh clothes."

"And risk being seen by Kira? Are you insane?"

"No, that’s why I had to put the clothes through the washing machine, I also put them through the drier. It should be ready to wear anytime now."

I nodded slowly, and still keeping my distance, I finished making the tea. I was pouring the it into cups when he came up behind me and slowly wrapped his arms around me.

"Shhh..." he whispered against my ear when I opened my mouth to protest, "you don’t want to pour the tea away, do you? Don’t ruin your perfect cabinet all because you can’t handle a few minutes of passion."

"Minutes?" I scoffed. "What a joke!"

However, I stayed still as he hugged me tight. He kissed the nape of my neck, biting it sensually and causing me to let out an involuntary moan. It was out before I knew it, and before I could contemplate the implication of that, I felt his hands cup my breasts possessively through the material of my hoodie.As if I had no control over my own body, I leaned into his embrace, feeling his broad chest against my back. Through the silk towel, I felt the length of his fully aroused cock against my butt.

"Holy shit..." I groaned as I felt pleasure shoot through me like a laser. He had not even done anything yet, but I could feel his effects already.

I moaned as he kissed my neck deeply, causing me to close my eyes as I savored the moment. I was falling, I was losing control. He was winning...

"No..." I muttered, but I couldn’t pull myself away. The pleasure was just too much and I wanted more of it.

"No..." I moaned again, but this time, I gripped the cabinet hard till my fingers strained against the edges.

Just then, he pulled away from me. Freeing me from his embrace as he stepped away. I sucked in a deep breath as my chest heaved with the force of my arousal. I had never been vulnerable with anyone the way that I was with Jace.

Struggling hard to control myself, I glanced at him. He wasn’t smiling at me, neither did he look like he had been about to fuck the living daylights out of me. His face was expressionless. Cold as a stone.

Why did he stop? I couldn’t help but wonder. I wouldn’t have been able to stop him. At that point, he had me right where he wanted. Yet, he stopped and he pulled away.

"How long do you think you can keep fighting me?" He asked.

I swallowed as I stared at him, "what do you mean?’

"Our attraction is too strong," he replied. "Tell yourself whatever you want, but you know very well that I love you just as much as you love me. You also know that we want each other just as much. Fighting it is not doing us any good, you’re only delaying the inevitable."

"Jace..."

"You keep making me work so hard for this, know that I’ll do the same. Casey, you and I are destined. Sooner rather than later, we’ll fuck again. And again. And again! If you keep making me chase you about, I’ll do the same to you. When you finally throw in the towel and admit that you love and want me, I’ll make you work hard for it as well."

I sucked in a breath, "is that a threat?"

He pursed his lips, then without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. The towel had loosened so he was holding onto it by hand, however, it had lowered enough to expose the upper side of his butt.

"It’s not gonna happen" I shouted after him. "You hear me? It won’t happen!"

Who the hell did he think he was? He thought he was so irresistible that I would chase after him? Fucking hell!

I tried to pick my tea but I found my fingers shaking. Was it from anger or arousal? I had no idea.

I was eating when he returned from the bathroom, properly dressed this time. He was wearing the same clothes he arrived in, and it was then that I realized we were both wearing dark hoodies. It was good because it helped to conceal our identities. However, it looked like we were dressing to match. It was too late to do anything about it though, he would know the reason and I would look petty.

He had his breakfast and through it all, he didn’t make another move towards me. He stayed on the other end of the dining table, eating while browsing through his phone, we didn’t talk much.

This was what I wanted, he wasn’t trying anything with me anymore. Why then was I feeling sad?

"We’ll be taking my car to Ethan’s." I said as we finished eating.

"Fine." He replied in a flat tone. "I’ll wait in the car."

Then, without a glance at me, he got up and walked out of the house. Was he really mad at me because I kept fighting off his advances? Didn’t he see that Maven and Kira were forcing my hand to be this cautious?

Was this what he meant when he said he would get tired of chasing me? Was this his way of making me want him?

Was I really going to beg him?